My day plan
Woke up at 8 am
Did some work
Gym at 9
Took my dog to the park
Visit wife’s mom
Go to golf store with my dad
Going to driving range now
Making lasagna for dinner
Movie night with my wife
If I was was still using
Wake up at noon
Hate my life and die on the couch
Go to bed
Well this week has been rough. The hardest week I’ve had in long time. I spoke earlier this week about my daughter and I’ve had some peace about her. I’ve been going through the rest of the week on edge and very emotional. The unknown of my sons Dad has me living in fear of the phone call that he’s gone. It makes me so sad and I have tears just thinking about it. I read some where once that You can love someone and want them to do good and not be with them. That’s how I feel about my sons Dad. I have unconditional love for him but can’t be with him so my heart is breaking. I was hopeful a couple days ago but not so much today. I feel numb and unengaged. I am keeping myself some what busy but find myself off into a daze thinking about him. My son went to his girlfriend’s for the weekend and I had to call and tell him he took a turn and I could hear his heart break he said Ma I don’t have a good feeling about this . Idk…I just keep praying and praying some more. Through all of this I do feel very strong in my recovery. For that I am grateful. So for now I’m going to keep busy and pray.
Today was probably toughest yet. Don’t know why just out of nowhere I was hit with a terrible craving that lasted hours. I managed to get to an online aa meeting and actually shared, which I never do, and felt better for it. One day at a time and tomorrow will be easier
Awwww @Complicatedmama I don’t know what exactly you’re going through but my heart breaks for you and your son as well, I can feel it. Love, prayers and hugs from California Patty, please message me if you need to talk. Proud of your commitment to your recovery you’re amazing!
@Complicatedmama That sounds hard. Hope your prayers are answered.
@Kipper I literally chain-attended meetings one day when I felt I might drink. Good for you for making the move.
7m 3d
Being all cultured today and going to see a Banksy exhibition with an old friend I haven’t seen for years. I have done my eye-brows and put some earrings in, which for me is getting all dolled up. We are both a bit shy, but have many things in common, so hope the conversation goes well.
I’m having a fat day; feeling trapped, suffocated by the unacceptable amount of fat I am entombed in…
I think “why not smoke again?”
When I have these fat days, these days of feeling ugly and worthless, I wonder what the point of anything is…
“Why does it matter?”
I ate meat today, I gave it up for Lent. However, I am feeling self-sabotaging—so I ate meat. No regrets, tbh.
I wonder what it would look like if I opened myself up, like a fleshy sarcophagus. Would I feel pain?
I am lucid enough to know I need to ground… Go now, before it is too late and you fully disassociate
I’m feeling self-sabotaging…
What’s the point of trying?
I’m fat, purposeless, and worthless.
I am not pitying myself.
I am not fishing for compliments.
I am not needing advice…or a kind word.
112 days. One of the reasons I wanted to get sober was so I could stop sleeping on the couch to try and hide my alcoholic stench. I wanted to be in bed with my wife. Fast forward 112 days and, for the fourth time in a week, my wife is choosing to sleep on the couch.